Nice middle-class boys are disappearing from Timothy Dashwood's private school in Chelsea. Parents are going out of their minds with worry. Timothy is drawn to Kensington Gardens, where he glimpses one of the missing boys. Then he too vanishes. Ghostly gangs of teenagers flit through the world's cities, en route to an apocalyptic confrontation - or is it just a wizard video game? James Miller has reworked Peter Pan as a grim parable of an alienating and valueless world. Pursuing his theme relentlessly, he maps Barrie's fey tale on to a bleak canvas of ruinous wars and western greed. One occasionally wants to shout, "It's OK, I get it!" - when sinister Captain York takes off his false hand to scratch his stump, for example, or when the Dashwoods' loving dog is distressed. But you may never believe in fairies again after this version. The cranking up to a climax of hellish post-Abu Ghraib loss of innocence involves a valiant effort to shed the worn old skin of familiar language and sear a heartfelt message into readers' brains - but are we too complacent to respond?